Mari Utrecht Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

Escort Utrecht

Anyway, I keep searching. I’m getting angrier by the minute. I mean, who does this? Robbing a city’s history? I’m fuming. I grab a stroopwafel from a vendor. Sweet, sticky goodness. It calms me down a bit.

CPC at New Utrecht High School